moopsoup

[moopsoup]

satoru’s fingers are already working you open, slow and steady. two of them curled deep inside, fucking you with a lazy rhythm like he’s got all the time in the world. the drag of his knuckles, the slick stretch of his fingers. it’s all intentional. all measured. he’s watching the way you melt, studying every twitch of your thighs, every soft little sound that slips from your lips.

“relax, baby” he murmurs, voice all low and teasing, his free hand smoothing over your stomach. “feels good, yeah?”

you nod, breath stuttering as your hips roll up to meet his touch. your walls are clenching around his fingers, your body already adjusting to the steady rhythm, chasing every deep curl. it feels so fucking good, and he can tell. he was being good. suspiciously good.

you could see that smug little smirk already curling on his lips.

you barely have time to register the shift before— fuck.

his fingers angle just slightly different. just a little deeper and upward. and suddenly he’s hitting something inside you that makes your whole body jolt, a ragged gasp punching out of your lungs as he dragged his fingers right over your gspot perfectly like he’d found a fucking switch in you and flipped it.

“oh?” satoru cooed, tilting his head, those stupid pretty blue eyes glowing just faintly under his lashes. “there it is.”

you were shaking. clenching around his fingers, legs trembling, mouth open but useless, trying to say something but all you could manage was a breathless, “what the fuck—”

his grin widened, lazy and smug as ever.

“six eyes, baby.”

his fingers keep stroking that spot with infuriating accuracy, fucking into you like he mapped your entire body down to the very atom. you’re a mess, moaning through every curl of his fingers, grabbing at the sheets like it might help ground you—it doesn’t.

“th-that’s cheating” you managed to choke out, even as your hips rolled down against his hand.

“mhm” he agreed easily, kissing the corner of your mouth, still fingering you with obscene precision. “but when have I ever played fair?”

smug bastard.

[moopsoup]

remmick would eat it while ur on ur period. WOAH??!?!WHO SAID THAT ?!?!?!👀

[moopsoup]

do you write for black reader? or just a reader with no features mentioned/hinted at cuz there r TOOOOO much white ppl writing for a white reader in the sinners tag rn when its not even all abt white ppl at all 🌚💀

lmao i’m black myself but i write mostly with the intent of just no features mentioned 🙏

[moopsoup]

“i ain’t lettin you in no more, remmick.”your voice barely holds. arms crossed. jaw set. like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “can’t keep doin whatever this is with you.”

remmick leans on the doorframe, arms loose at his sides, head tilted just enough to look sweet. innocent. “you say that every time.”

“cause i mean it.” you said as simply as ever but you knew he could read you like a damn children’s book.

he hums low. slow smile curling at his lips.

“what if i fuck you real nice this time?” he says, voice like honey poured slow. “sweet n’ slow. how you like it. kiss every inch of you. let you sit on my face? hm?”

you blink. heart kicks. throat tight. “you think that’s gonna work on me?”

he shrugs. doesn’t even bother looking guilty. “i hope so?” he licks his bottom lip, eyes dragging over you like he already knows how this ends.

“c’mon, sugar. let me in.”

your hand’s still on the door. you should close it. really you should. don’t give in.

instead, you step aside. “come in.” you sigh

[moopsoup]

i want to FUCK remmick. you guys don’t understandddddd.

[moopsoup]

you said you wouldn’t let evil into your home no more. swore on it. on the bible. even on momma. but every time remmick showed up on your porch, leaning against the railing, asking real polite for permission to step inside…

you let him in. you knew exactly what he was. yet you always let him in. you could’ve said no. you were playing a dangerous game. one that could eventually get to you.

“you’re scared.” remmick says against your neck. tongue trailing slow along your pulse, like he’s testing how fast it’s running. he’s got you spread open under him, thighs wrapped around his waist, sweat slick and trembling, his cock dragging deep, slow, mean. he ain’t in no rush. never is when you’re like this. all wide eyed and shaky, trying not to look too hard at his mouth hovering right over your throat. he’s got you folded beneath him like it’s nothing.

you freeze when he mouths at your throat again, just a brush of his lips. soft, open, grazing that one spot you know he likes. that major artery. the one that always makes your heart stutter.

“’m not gonna bite ya.” his voice is gentle yet teasing, his hips rolling harder. deeper. “told ya that already, didn’t i?”

you nod. barely. breath caught halfway down your throat.

he grins. remmick can feel it. the way your body tenses. the way your fingers claw at his back.

that edge of panic tangled up in the pleasure.

“you always get like this” he murmurs, lips brushing slow across your jaw. “all jumpy right when i get real deep. like you know i could just…”his teeth skim your throat, just light as a feather, making your back arch.

you shiver so hard he groans from the way you squeeze around him. he doesn’t need your blood. he needs this. your fear. your helplessness. your trust.

you try to move your head, pull away from his mouth, but his hand holds you there—gently. not to trap you. just enough to remind you: he could.

your eyes widen, throat tight. he groans at the scent of just your fear alone. it rolls off you like perfume, and he drinks it in like he’s starving. he pulls back just enough to look at you. eyes all glowing, grin so sinister and mocking. “you trust me?”his thumb brushes your cheekbone. “reckon you must…lettin’ me fuck you like this.”

his fingers slide between your thighs, rubbing you right where you needed, slow and lazy while his hips roll harder this time, punching a gasp outta your lungs.

“don’t worry, sugar. fear tastes just as sweet as blood.”

[moopsoup]

just watched sinners. oh y’all finna be SICK of me

[moopsoup]

Girl where’d you gooo 😫 I miss your writing

i 100% forgot i exist on here 😭😭omg sorry guys

[moopsoup]

ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪ moopsoup’s masterlist 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

jjk

➸ toji loves face sitting [nsfw]

➸ satoru and fruit roll ups [nsfw]

➸ ex-husband!suguru wants you back [nsfw]

➸ toji loves backshots [nsfw]

➸ husband!nanami knows your body [nsfw]

➸ nerd!gojo loves hand jobs [nsfw]

lnds

➸ needy!rafayel loves being inside you [nsfw]

➸ caleb fucks you so mean but nice [nsfw]

➸ rafayel’s birthday cake [nsfw]

➸ sylus is sensitive to your touch [nsfw]

➸ caleb fucks you like he’s been starving for you [nsfw]

➸ caleb can’t let you leave yet [nsfw]

➸ caleb likes when you give him a little love tap [nsfw]

➸ it’s never just the tip with rafayel [nsfw]

➸ fratboy!caleb [nsfw]

➸ joining the mile high club with caleb [nsfw]

➸ caleb loves the taste of you and him mixed [nsfw]

➸ zayne is addicted to you [nsfw]

sinners

➸ you can’t say no to remmick [nsfw]

➸ you can’t help but let remmick in [nsfw]

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[moopsoup]

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[moopsoup]

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[moopsoup]

zayne who is quite literally addicted to you. there isn’t a single place in your apartment or his house that hasn’t felt the heat of his obsession. the kitchen counter where he bent you over while dinner got cold. the bathroom sink where he made you watch yourself cum on his cock. the couch where he had you spread open, hands gripping your thighs, fucking into you slow, deep, making you take every inch until you were trembling.

he’s insatiable. it doesn’t matter if you just got home from work all sweaty. he’ll drink your sweat to get the point across—he needs you. his hands are already on you, already tugging at your clothes, already pressing you into the nearest surface like it’s instinct, like he physically can’t go without feeling you wrapped around him.

“you know I can’t help it….” he murmurs, breath hot against your neck, his fingers already prying your thighs apart. his voice is smooth, calm, but his body betrays him. his breath hitching when you press against him, the pink dusting his cheeks, that hazy look in his eyes, the way his grip tightens like he’s starving for you. “just one more time. right here.” and he’s already sliding your panties down. this was the third time you’ve fucked today and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

[moopsoup]

caleb is a fucking freak. you should’ve known that by now.

his cum is still warm inside you, leaking down your thighs, and he’s already got his mouth between them again. you barely have time to catch your breath before he’s spreading you open, fingers digging into your thighs as he groans at the mess he made.

“fuck” he breathes out, voice thick with something primal. his thumb swipes through the slick dripping out of you, then he licks it off, eyes rolling back like he’s savoring the taste. “shit, pipsqueak, you taste so good like this. we mix so well.”

he licks into you like he’s obsessed. like he can’t get enough. like he’s addicted to the way you taste with him still dripping out of you.

[moopsoup]

dropping something for caleb later today simply bcz i got his companion within 1 ten pull 😛🙏

[moopsoup]

joining the mile high club with caleb :)

caleb grins when he sees the way your eyes light up, twirling in that cute little sundress, the hem swishing just above your knees. the sky is a perfect stretch of blue, not a single cloud in sight. and he thinks…’yup, today’s the day.’

he leans against the jet with that signature cocky smirk, arms crossed as he watches you take it all in. “you’ve been talking my ear off about wanting me to fly you somewhere, pipsqueak. guess today’s your lucky day.”

he laughs when you practically bounce on your toes, excitement written all over your face. “where are we going?” you ask, eyes all sparkling.

“you’ll see” he hums, opening the cockpit door and offering his hand to help you inside. he lets his fingers linger when you take it, squeezing just a little tighter than necessary.

caleb sits beside you, flipping switches with practiced ease, voice all smooth as he goes through pre flight checks. “all set?” he asks, glancing at you with a knowing grin.

“hell yeah”you nod eagerly, heart racing. “you better not do anything crazy up here.”

caleb chuckles, starting the engines with a low hum. “what, don’t trust me?” he teases. lifting off with a smooth ascent, the world shrinks beneath you, the horizon stretching infinitely ahead.

once you’re at cruising altitude he flicks a few switches, setting the jet to autopilot before leaning back with a smirk, his demeanor shifting from hyperfocused pilot to the caleb you know so well. “c’mon, pipsqueak. sit.” he said while patting his lap

you give him a skeptical look. “are you sure that’s….even safe?” you question

he chuckles, adjusting the headset like he’s done this a million times. “autopilot, pips. completely stable. i’d never risk it otherwise.” he smirks before patting his lap again.

you hesitate for a second before finally moving, climbing into his lap, your thighs straddling his as he leans the seat back slightly. “are you sure this is really safe..?” you question again “what if the jet suddenly drops?”

he laughs a bit, a sound that warms you from the inside out. “won’t happen. trust me. i’ve got everything under control.”

he grabs your hips, dragging you down against him while his hips subtly rock up into you, letting out a quiet groan when he feels how warm you are. “oh? you’re already wet. you really like the idea of fucking in the sky, huh?”

you hesitate again, glancing toward the controls but he tilts your chin back toward him with two fingers. “eyes on me. trust me, yeah?”

caleb makes quick work of his belt, freeing his cock and sliding your panties to the side. he slowly guides you down onto him, the stretch of him filling you inch by agonizing inch feeling so good. a gasp escapes you, and he captures the sound with his mouth, swallowing your soft little moans.

he really does try to take it slow but the second he feels your tight, wet cunt around him all control just goes out the window.

he grips your hips and fucks up into you, bouncing you on his lap like he’s got no time to waste. because really he doesn’t. autopilot doesn’t stay on forever. but he wouldn’t tell you that.

he lets out breathless moans not caring how loud he is. his moans, deep and shameless, filling the small cockpit with the sounds of his pleasure. no one else is on the plane but you two anyway. and besides, you make him feel so good he should let you know just how much.

caleb groans loudly when your hips come down, matching his pace, his head tipping back against the seat. “fuck—y-yeah…just like that.”

his grip on your waist tightens as he thrusts up into you. his grip on your waist is almost bruising and his thrusts grow erratic, hips jolting up as he chases his high. but even in the haze of his own pleasure, he notices the way your breath hitches, the way your nails dig into his shoulders—not quite there yet.

he exhales sharply, one hand slipping between your bodies, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. “c’mon pips” he rasps, rubbing firm, tight circles that send electricity straight through your whole body. “wanna feel you come around me.”

your whole body tenses as the pleasure builds too fast, too intense. your thighs shake where they cage him in. and when he flicks his wrist just right, pressing against that spot that makes your back arch. oh. you’re done for.

you shatter with a soft, breathless moan, your body trembling in his lap as your climax crashes over you. your walls squeeze him so tight it rips a strangled whimper from his throat, his hips stuttering as he finally spills inside you. you can feel every pulse of him, every twitch as he comes down from his high, his breath ragged against your ear.

but even as he slumps back against the chair, his arms stay locked around you, keeping you close. his cheeks dusted with pink, his ears a bit red, his chest rising and falling beneath your palms and his fingers lazily tracing circles on your lower back. he kisses your temple, then your jaw, then the side of your neck. soft and slow, a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you.

“fuuuuck” he groans softly as you slightly squeeze around him to tease. “you’re really aiming to kill me up here, huh?” his voice hoarse but teasing,

you huff a breathless laugh, still feeling the lingering tremors in your legs. “you say that as if you don’t like it. freak. besides, you started it.” you teased

he grins, tilting his head back against the seat, eyes half lidded as he watches you, a lazy smirk gracing his lips. “yeah yeah. and i’ll finish it when we land.”

your stomach flips at the promise in his voice. “so…we’re not done?” oh honey. you’re never done with caleb

caleb smirks, squeezing your ass before finally lifting you off his lap, groaning at the loss of warmth. he helps you adjust your clothes, though his fingers linger a little too long on your inner thighs. “you know better than that pipsqueak” he murmurs, pressing one last kiss to your lips before reaching for the controls, “we’re just getting started.”

[moopsoup]

fratboy!caleb who talks about you so much that all the other guys in the frat already know everything about you before they’ve even met you. they know your favorite drink, the way you scrunch your nose when you laugh. they know how you sleep, how you like your coffee, even what your fucking shampoo smells like all because of caleb? caleb never shuts the fuck up about you. he’ll be mid conversation about something totally unrelated, and then—“oh yeah, my girl—” and they all groan because jesus christ, caleb, we get it, you love your girlfriend.

fratboy!caleb who loves bringing you to parties, not because he cares about them or anything but because he just likes showing you off. his arm stays draped over your shoulders, his hand resting possessively on your waist as he walks you through the house, letting everyone see exactly who you belong to. he doesn’t even try to hide his smug smirk when guys stare, because yeah. look at her. look at how perfect she is. look at who she’s with. you wish you had that, huh?

fratboy!caleb who doesn’t let you take drinks from anyone but him. he doesn’t care if it’s a girl handing it to you or even if it’s pre packaged. if it’s not from his hand, you’re not drinking that shit. he watches you like a hawk at parties, his sharp eyes tracking you even when he’s across the room. the second someone offers you a drink, he’s already there, shaking his head. “nah, she’s good.” taking the cup out of your hand with a tight lipped smile before handing you his own cup. he doesn’t trust anyone but himself to make sure you’re safe.

fratboy!caleb who fucks you in his frat house bedroom with the door unlocked. not because he wants anyone to walk in but because he likes the risk. he’s got you bent over his desk, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip as he slams into you from behind. “keep quiet, pipsqueak. is it really that good?” he teases with a smug smirk.

fratboy!caleb who loves fucking you in places you shouldn’t be fucking. at a party? he’s got you pressed up against the bathroom counter. at his frat house? he bending you over the couch while his brothers are upstairs. there’s not a single place you haven’t fucked. and if there is, then he’ll take care of that within this week.

fratboy!caleb who pockets your panties like some kind of souvenir. it doesn’t matter where you fuck. his room, the backseat of his car, even a random bathroom at a party. you’re not leaving with your panties. it’s the caleb tax. he’ll tuck them into his pocket with a lazy smirk, adjusting his pants like he’s just so proud of himself. “they’re mine now, pipsqueak. you can get em back later……maybe.”

[moopsoup]

rafayel who starts off all innocent, arms wrapped around you, his body warm against yours. but you can feel it. his cock. pressed up against your ass, hard and throbbing, twitching every time you shift even a little.

“you’re hard.” your voice is a quiet whisper, teasing but acknowledging the obvious.

rafayel lets out a breathy chuckle, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your neck. “yeah? who’s fault do you think that is, cutie?” his hands are resting on your waist, thumbs rubbing lazily under the hem of your shirt. “just… let me feel you. just for a second, yeah?”

before you can even respond he’s already pushing your panties to the side, not even bothering to pull them down. the blunt tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, and he groans low when he feels how warm and wet you are.

“just the tip,” he murmurs in a promising tone, pushing in just enough to stretch you open.

and at first, that’s really all it is. just the tip. just barely inside. not even fully sinking in. but very slowly he shifts a little closer, grinding against you, sliding in just another inch. then another…..and another. slow teasing and thrusts just barely moving but still pressing deeper, pushing in inch by inch.

it’s only when you finally realize how full you feel that your breath catches. “rafayel… you said just the tip.”

he hums as if pretending like he’s considering your words but the way his hips roll against you says otherwise. “mm, i did, didn’t i?” his voice is smooth, almost smug. “guess i got a little carried away.”